I miss out on a lot of things;
sometimes it’s just not worth it.
I’ll hold my bladder when there’s
a line to the toilet; I’ll skip meals
when all restos have q[ueue]s.
I’ll pay xtra to make things
quicker. There’s nothing smaller
than my patience.
NaPoWrimo April 12 prompt, a poem about something small.
I had fun writing this. It’s a joke so I hope people don’t take this seriously. But while my patience isn’t as small, it does have it shortcomings.
